The Running Back

Normally, Rachel was the kind of person who would take chances. She didn't like the idea of looking back on her life and wondering, 'what if?' Despite that though, she didn't actually take that chance with Quinn when given the opportunity. She had gotten shy and scared, and even worse she had another chance; a chance to ask Quinn out. It would have been the perfect time except for the small fact that she would have preferred to fully plan out her first date with Quinn.

Rachel had already gone through several scenarios of how their first date would go. She wanted everything to be perfect. That's what Quinn deserved and what she wanted. Well, she wanted the date part at least and Rachel could only guess that she'd want it to be perfect too. And so the moment Rachel got up she decided to call Quinn and properly ask her out. She had one teeny tiny problem though. Rachel didn't have Quinn's number.

They had spent a good amount of time together since that time that Quinn had taken care of her, but most of that time had taken place within school. Aside from the party, the only time that they had been together outside of McKinley was when Quinn had given Rachel a ride home. They weren't really close enough for Rachel to ask for her number, but now that they were kind of together it only seemed fair to have it now.

And there was one quick way she knew how to get it. She got her phone and scrolled down her contacts until she found the number she was looking for. Rachel sent out a call and waited. She heard a groan once it was answered. "Why are you calling me this early?" Noah complained.

"Good morning to you too Noah."

"What's so good about it?"

"Everything," Rachel answered cheerfully, to which Noah grumbled.

"Can you please not be so loud?"

"I'm not being loud. I mean, I know that I'm loud sometimes but I'm not being loud right now and-"

"Rachel!" Noah interrupted. "Can you just get on with it?"

Under most circumstances Rachel would reprimand him, and give him a word or two about how it's rude to interrupt someone when they're talking but Rachel did call him for a reason and she was thankful that he had reminded her of the reason why. "Oh, yes. I was hoping that you could give me Quinn's number."

"What?"

"Quinn's number," Rachel repeated. "I need it so I can-"

"I heard you the first time," Noah interrupted again. "It's just; didn't you say it would be invasion of privacy or something if I gave her number to you?" Rachel was quite impressed that he had remembered that conversation, but even so she really needed Quinn's number.

"That was then and this is now," she said simply. "So can you give it to me?"

"Fine, just leave me alone." He lazily checked his contact list and after some pestering from Rachel he gave her Quinn's number before promptly hanging up and going back to sleep. Immediately Rachel called Quinn, smiling as waited for her to answer. She felt so giddy. Rachel had never asked anyone out before, nor had anyone ever asked her out before. It was exciting and the best part was that she already knew what Quinn's answer would be.

And maybe that took some of the fun out of it, but it also meant that she didn't have to worry about rejection. After a few rings Quinn picked up. "Hello?" she said groggily, but even so her voice sounded as angelic as usual.

"Good morning Quinn. It's me, Rachel. I got your number from Noah, I hope you don't mind."

"Rachel? What are you- What time is it?" she whined cutely.

"Um..." Rachel quickly checked her clock. "It's a quarter past six."

"Six?" Quinn groaned. "Rachel, it's really nice to hear from you but I'm sleepy."